Dropkick Murphys – Fairmount Hill (Ukulele)

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First tab, so don’t hate. I love playing the traditional version or this song, so here it is as modified by the Dropkick Murphys. Slainte!
         Am                G                                                Am
Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by

         Am                                                C                   G
My mind was bent on rambling, and to Boston I did fly

   Am                                              C                          G
I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with the will

           Am                 G                                                   Am
Till at last, I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill

           Am        G                                              Am
It was on the 23rd of June, one day before the fair

          Am                                                 C                          G
When Boston’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there

        Am                                                                         C           G
The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came their duty to fulfill

            Am                     G                                                  Am
At the parish church on Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill

   Am                   G                                                        Am
I went to see old friends there, to see what they might say

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The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray

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I met the broker Hughes, he's as odd as ever still

          Am                         G                                                         Am
See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill

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I paid a flying visit to my first and only love

              Am                                 C               G
She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove

       Am                                                  C                         G
She threw her arm around me saying, "Andy I love you still"

               Am                         G                                           Am
Oh, she's one miss Fayes O’Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill

   Am                        G                                                          Am
I dreamt I'd fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal

    Am                                                C                       G
A-gainst an angry jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill

        Am                        G                                               Am
The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill

              Am                G                                                       Am
When I awoke in Cali-fornia, many miles from Fairmount Hill